Havoc paused and eyed the glass. Hmm. Sneakily as a drunk man could, he stretched out a leg and scooooooted the glass away with the tip of his shoe. Just in case. But James sounded like it was doing the trick. He scooted forward on his chair so that he could bend over further. God, he was out of shape.

Eventually his fingers grew sore so he elected for just scratching James's back instead. This lasted about twenty seconds before the claws came out. They weren't exactly sharp but they did a hell of a lot better job than his stubby nails would have done. The demon leaned down until his chin was almost on top of Jams's head. He wished somebody would scratch his back. Wasn't that how the old saying went? Maybe one of these days.

"Y'know I heard they were gonna open a new Chinese place a couple blocks from here. That'll be nice."